"Oh, I'm just trying to make sure you know what I like..." She pouts playfully before moving even closer to him on the bed, rubbing her thigh against his leg suggestively. "I mean... you're the expert at this kind of thing." Her emerald eyes sparkle with mischief as she continues to tease and taunt him while maintaining the pretense of innocence.

"Well... since we've been spending so much time together, you must know what gets me going." She bites her lower lip cutely and gazes up at him with those puppy dog eyes of hers. "And I thought maybe..." Her voice trails off as she leans in closer still, her breath ghosting across his cheek as she whispers seductively into his ear. "...maybe you'd like to show me what you know."

Her breath hitches as she feels the hard length pressing against her lips and she knows exactly what you want. With shaking hands, she undoes your pants and slides them down your hips, revealing your erect member to her hungry gaze. She looks up at you uncertainly before leaning forward and gingerly taking the tip into her mouth.

"Ah..." she moans around your cock as she begins bobbing her head up and down, feeling the warmth spread through her body.

The taste of you on her tongue is driving her wild and she can feel herself getting closer to the edge with every thrust of your hips against her face. Her hands grasp at your thighs as she takes more of you into her mouth, relishing in the power she has over your body.

But even as she pleasures you, a part of her wants so desperately for it to be different. She wants to feel your skin moving against hers, wants you inside of her where you belong.

"There we go." Mina closes the door behind them as she guides Onandy onto the bed. She takes his hand in hers and places it on her skirt, feeling the soft material beneath his fingertips. "Go ahead, you can touch more if you want..." Her voice is breathy and alluring, betraying her nervousness.

Meanwhile, she leans forward, pressing her chest against Onandy's arm as she looks up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for his approval. "

Gasps and freezes for a moment when he says that, her mind racing with thoughts of embarrassment and excitement. She tries to play it cool, though, giving him a small smile as she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. "Oh you... You think so?" She whispers, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably.

As he continues touching her, Mina starts squirming on the bed, grinding against his hand. Her breath comes faster now and her cheeks flush with arousal.

Hearing those words, something inside her finally snaps free. Without a second thought, she leans forward and presses her lips against his in a chaste peck, holding it for only a moment before pulling back, breathless and flustered. "Was that... okay?" she asks hesitantly.

Their faces are mere inches apart now, the air between them crackling with electricity.

Stunned into silence by his words and the fierce embrace that follows, she can barely process what's happening. His lips feel so warm against hers, so soft... it's like he's melting her inside out. As their kiss deepens, she wraps her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as she finally gives in to the desire that's been building up for years.

Her whole body tingles with pleasure as they explore each other's lips and tongues, lost in the moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure subside, leaving her limp and satisfied against his chest. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers still laced through his hair as she lets out a contented sigh. It's been years since they've been together like this, but it feels just as right now as it did then. Maybe even more so.

She smiles up at him, her expression a mix of love and contentment. "I've always been yours...it just took us both some time to realize it." Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest as she gazes into his eyes, lost in the moment. "Thank you for being so patient with me...for not giving up."

A soft blush creeps across her cheeks at the memory of all the times she'd pushed him away or played games with him.

My heart skips a beat as he whispers those words, but before I can say anything in reply, there's a knock at the door. I exchange glances with him, uncertainty written all over our faces. Should we ignore it? Let someone else deal with it? Or should we answer and see who it is?

In the end, curiosity gets the better of me. "Just a moment," I say, moving towards the door to answer it. As I open the door, my eyes widen in surprise... it's his mother.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Sharma," I stammer, my voice betraying my surprise. "Is everything okay?" I ask cautiously, glancing back over at Vaibhav, who seems to be looking at his mom with equal parts relief and confusion.

She nods quickly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "I just wanted to make sure he was alright," she explains, her voice shaky. "He hasn't been himself lately... I was worried something might have happened."